#body blushing

[izasfaceups]

We're finally on the year of 2023 for faceups! This cutie is a Fatemoons Puu in milk skin. The client asked me to paint him similar to the company blushing, so more pink overload!

Want to see more of my work or commission me? Then please check out my website at www[dot]IzasFaceUps[dot]com!

[the-bjd-community-confess]

I gotta be real, most full body blushes I’ve seen people do on their dolls are not it. Even from the “top of the line” faceup artists! Not gonna name any names though. It looks like the doll was beat within an inch of its life and is bruised all over.

~Anonymous

[toastydoll]

Never forget what they took from us

[sgstoybox]

I LOVE TRANSLUCENT RESIN!!!!!!!

Some of the details on this little bloom's body blushing and faceup.

I need to figure out how to get a decent video of the color shifting qualities of the sparkle because it's so neat IRL but my camera just doesn't capture it well.

[kosomolski-dolls]

Spent the day with trying to colour match my Luts body to the Meeksdoll head I painted.

The smart thing would've been not painting the head until I have the body and actually colour match the head to the body, but when I got these three, I just couldn't wait 😭

So i have to deal with the consequences of my actions...

Lots of trials and errors, and in the end, I just gave up with "close enough" and I hope the body blushing will hide it 😅

It's not too bad, I think... let's see tomorrow in daylight.

Also used some imperfections in the dye to give him his scars.

I'm still on the fence about these and wondering if I should add some more scars with the tissue paper method, but I'll sleep about that for now...

[backpackingspace]

Penelope: cupping odysseus's face: I would gut us both and entangled our intentions. I will stitch our skins together and tie us into knots you will never be able to unravel

Odysseus: peppering kisses across her face tearing up: that's the sweetest thing anybody has ever said to me

The rest of court watching them: uM

[homkamiro]

Sillay heavymed commission!! They cookin!!!!!!

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[bitchslapblastoids]

here’s one minute of Phil being flustered while talking about Dan on the wad preshow stream

(thank you for uploading @stillarchivingdnp !!! )

[tsunosagun]

it is wednesday my dudes

[izasfaceups]

This heavily modded Doll Leaves Betty was a labor intensive project to turn her into Ranni the Witch from Eldenring.

The mods I did are as follow:

Closed one eye

Carved cracks into the face

Drilled holes for a second set of arms

Carved cracks all over the body

On e all the mods were done, I painted her from head to toe of course. I’m glad she’s done!

Want to see more of my work or commission me? Then please check out my website at www[dot]IzasFaceUps[dot]com!

[the-bjd-community-confess]

I started to blush my dolls hands and it might have ruined blank hands forever for me. It's a bit uncanny to me to see hands with no details or color variation now, especially if the doll has a gorgeous and detailed faceup.

~Anonymous

[erasurecloud]

Look at them though, they’re so married.

[bouncing-flowers]

Are my puppy dog eyes working on you? 🕹️

[spaciebabie]

lame as hell how people associate blushing with mostly romantic things b/c I blush at literally everything. I stubbed my toe one time and blushed in response

[kacievvbbbb]

I’m just very obsessed with the idea that mihawk is useless in a weapon less fight like he cannot throw a punch or get out of a pin to save his life like one he can’t kick he’s done out for the count, and this is why Shanks ends most of their duels this way. Because he’s a filthy cheater and Mihawk is even worse off because it’s Shanks pining him and he has eaten a lot of dirt.

Shanks decides to teach him the art of fighting dirty cause he’s nice that way but also let’s just say that Shanks likes being in a pin a little too much